#2036 (#275)

marinara food

the taste of a sailors life

or meatball sub flood

#2035

in the dark wet night

the path becomes a wasteland

of snail shell pieces

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Written for the August Tricycle Haiku Challenge using the Summer season word, snail.

#2034

snail trails over the

coffee grind fertiliser 

is it faster now?

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Written for the August Tricycle Haiku Challenge using the Summer season word, snail.

#2033 (#274)

a Naija salad

waiting on the table must

mean it’s party time!!!

#2032 (#273)

it's not just a hat

my lucky makarapa

brings the victories

#2031 (#272)

a suffixoid man

with that final element

that is not quite right

#2030

diamonds exhorting

thoughts of a planet called home

time places gently

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From words on page 385 of We Solve Murders by Richard Osman (Penguin, 2025/2024).